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"Springtrap!" Scott said, sitting by me. He tried to touch my shoulder, but I squirmed away from him. "Are you okay?"

"No! Please get away from me! I'm not safe!" The Murderer had been quiet for a while, but I couldn't take any chances. I couldn't let him hurt Scott.

"Springtrap, remember what I said earlier? You're not a killer, it was an accident."

My head started hurting again. This wasn't good... "You don't get it, Scott," I gasped. "He's trying to take over my body!" I felt like I was going to sleep.

Scott looked at me, confused. "What?"

Scott's eyes widened in horror as I stood up, looming over him.

"Springtrap, are you okay?" the human whispered, trying to crawl backward.

I dusted off my clothing, smiling brightly. "Oh, my dear Scott, you were wrong. Very, very wrong... Springtrap is a killer, because right now, I'm Springtrap."

Scott stood up, steadily and slowly, and tried to reach for that stupid bag he always carries to work with him.

I knew what that meant. He was attempting to find his gun, the thing that made me unable to control Springtrap for days.

I couldn't let that happen again.

"GET AWAY FROM THAT THING!" I screeched, throwing myself at Scott. I slammed into him, pinning him to the ground with my knees.

I grabbed at his uniform, trying to rip it open to reach bare skin. I had to kill him, fast.

Scott squirmed from underneath me, glaring intensely at me and gritting his teeth. It was unusual, I had gotten so used to my victims completely breaking apart when their deaths were so close...

I was too focused to realize Scott wasn't trying to be strong in a grim time, he was planning something.

Scott raised a fist, and before I could defend myself, he punched me.

When I woke up, I was lying on the floor. My face hurt really bad, along with my head. Scott was sitting by me, looking worried.

I noticed he was holding his hand, and it was all nasty looking. Red stuff was leaking out of his knuckles and little white stubs were poking out.

Did I do that to him?! What did the Murderer do when he took over...?

I sat and tried to grab Scott's gross hand. "I'm sorry!" I said, sniffling. "I didn't mean to hurt your hand..."

Scott shook his head, awkwardly patted off some of the red stuff onto his shirt, which was kinda ripped up.

"It's fine, Springtrap. I did this myself..." he said, but he didn't really sound fine to me.

That idiot shouldn't have hit me so hard. Now I really want to kill him.

My eyes widened. He was talking to me again!

"I won't let you!" I said, grabbing my head.

Scott moved away from me, looking confused. "Springtrap, what's wrong? Who are you talking to?"

I shifted in my sitting position on the floor, rubbing my chest. "Scott," I whispered. "He keeps talking to me. He says he wants to kill you." My breathing started getting really hard. "I'm really scared."

Scott didn't really look as worried as I thought he should. He put his hand on my shoulder, giving me a small smile.

"Don't worry about it. I've fought this guy off every time he's come at me. Just calm down, and we'll make it through this." Scott said.

Aw, how sweet. You better enjoy these special moments with your friend, dear Springtrap, because he'll be dead soon.

I bit my lip and tried to ignore him. Scott said not to worry, so I didn't. He's really smart, so he may know how to get out of this.

Behind us, I heard this weird crackling sound. Scott looked a little alarmed, standing up and walking over to this big box stuck to the wall. It had a door that he opened up, and there were all these switches and wires in it. I could see little sparks flying off them.

"This 'authentic wiring' they left in here is a piece of crap, you know, Springtrap?" he muttered, flipping some of the switches. Every couple seconds, while he was working on the box, he would turn around to look at me, like he was checking on me. It felt nice.

Perfect...

Suddenly, my head started hurting again. Very, very badly. I didn't have time to call out to Scott, as I fell to the floor.

I stood up very quietly, but it was in vain. Scott turned at the split second I had managed to regain control again, and he quickly noticed that Springtrap was no longer his dimwitted friend.

I lunged at him, but the stupid human was quicker than I had planned him to be. He glided out of my path milliseconds before I collided with him. I hit the circuit box, and sparks flew everywhere.

The sparks hit the floor and all the trash that was on it. Paper products served as easy tinder as a fire started to grow in the room.

Fear flashed in Scott's eyes as embers leapt at his feet. He jumped to avoid getting burned, rolling across a safe part of the floor, several feet away from me.

I took a step towards him, smiling-

"No! Don't touch him!" I screamed, forcibly making myself sit down on the ground.

I was really confused on what was happening, but I did know I had manage to break free of the Murderer's control. And that was good.

I looked around me in fear as a really bad smell hit my sensors. My smelling sensors don't really work a lot, so I knew that this must be really bad.

"Scott, what's going on?" I said, running over to him. He was laying on the ground, gasping.

"He took over you, Springtrap. He ran at me, I dodged, and then he hit the circuit box. The thing started a fire!" he looked really scared.

Fire... I knew what fire was. It was bad, really bad.

On one side of the room, a bunch of fires had started. A long time ago, I knew how to put a fire out, but now, I couldn't remember...

Scott stood up, dusting off his shirt and running to the fire. He looked around the room, breathing really hard.

"Isn't there a fire extinguisher in here?! What kind idiot thought this place was suitable for opening as a business?" Scott screamed, rubbing his head. He wast looking at me while he was talking. It was like he was screaming at the ceiling.

I'd never seen Scott this upset before. He was worrying me.

I don't know what to do! Why can't I remember how to put out a fire?!

I got up and walked towards Scott. My entire body was shaking, and I think I was getting as scared as Scott was. Swallowing, I pulled at the bottom of his shirt.

"Scott-"

That's the moment I took back over.

Scott's panic had driven Springrap into a state of emotional weakness, making it easy for me to override his artificial intelligence.

Scott turned around, giving me a worried frown. "Springtrap, I don't really have time, I need to figure out how to put out this fire-" he rubbed his forehead. He stopped mid-sentence, suddenly realizing who I was.

I grinned, moving swiftly. I punched him in the stomach, then I shoved him onto the ground. He hit the ground hard, bringing his knees up to his stomach and gasping. He was stunned.

Not knowing how long he would be down, I had to move fast. I sprinted to the corner of the room, gripping the box of animatronic parts in my hands. I went back to the fire, standing over the blaze.

The fire seemed to be on the verges of smoldering, but I was going to change that.

I dropped the box into the fire, springing it back to life instantly. The combination of dust and other material burned fiercely, resulting in a violent blast. Waves of heat and embers traveled across the room, igniting the office chair and the paper on the walls.

On the floor, Scott regained his bearings and scrambled up, standing on shaky legs. He wiped the sweat that had accumulated on his face from the heat and glared at me.

"Leave Springtrap alone, you monster!" he shouted, running at me. He pulled back his fist, punching me in the abdomen. I staggered back as I heard my internal mechanics crack and dent.

That idiot thinks he can assault me like that, huh? I guess I'm done playing around. The fire can wait.

I grabbed Scott by the collar of his shirt, trying to throw him into the fire. His eyes widened, and he scrambles out of my grip. Before he manages to get away from me, however, I snap my fingers around his wrist. With a solid jerk, I plunge his hand into the center of the blaze.

Letting the human go, Scott stumbles away from me, falling to the ground, screaming and crying out in pain. The flesh on his hand is quite literally boiling, pale skin forming bubbles and simultaneously popping them.

With a proud smirk, I arrange myself over him, sitting on his chest. My weight makes his breathing even more harsh.

I pull his chin towards me with my good hand, leaning in so our eyes are mere millimeters away.

"Oh, Scott," I whispered. "The screams and cries of adults aren't quite as erotic as those of children, but I believe I'll make do..." I ended my statement with a wink.

Before I could do anything further, I was stricken with an infuriating headache. I grabbed my skull, trying to massage it out.

No! I'm not done yet, you stupid animatronic! Stop-

When I woke up, I was sitting on Scott.

His eyes were really big and red. It looked like was gonna cry... I didn't know Scott could cry.

The smell of fire was really strong. I looked around, and I got really scared. The fire had gotten really big, and it was everywhere.

I looked back down at Scott. He was making this gasping sound, like he couldn't breath. I quickly got off him.

"Scott!" I said. "Are you okay?"

Scott didn't get up. He was coughing really bad, and holding his hand against his chest. I saw that it was the same one that had the weird knuckles. But now his hand looked really different. The skin was really black looking and there was a lot of red stuff.

"He...he attack me again..." Scott gasped, not looking at me.

What...what can I do? The Murderer just keeps taking over my body, there's nothing that can stop him...

Suddenly, I remembered something Scott had told me earlier.

He had said, when you get killed, you don't wake up ever. What if I could get killed? Would that work?

I turned my head to the fire. It was all crackly, burning up everything in the room. It had ate the chair, leaving a black stump-thingy.

Maybe the fire could eat me too? Then the Murderer couldn't take me over anymore...

I say down beside Scott, pulling him up and hugging him.

"Hey, Scott, I know how to stop the Murderer." I swallowed. "But I'm not gonna wake up, I'm really sorry..."

I felt him twitch. Scott pulled out of my hug, looking at me sadly.

"Springtrap, please, don't..." he said, but he didn't finish what he was saying. He started coughing, and this red stuff came out of his mouth.

I grabbed Scott by the arm and help him to stand. "Scott, you gotta get out of here. It's making you sick."

Through the black stuff in the air, I could see where the door was. I pushed Scott that way, pointing.

"The door to get out is over there, but I gotta say something first." My head was starting to hurt again. I didn't have long.

Scott looked at me, confused.

"Scott, are you happy?"

His eyes widened. He started sniffling, and wet stuff came out of his eyes. He nodded his head rapidly.

"Yes, Springtrap, I'm happy... You did good.."

I smiled at him, hugging him one last time. I shoved him through towards the door, waving goodbye.

Above me, I could hear the ceiling cracking. I looked up to see a big line starting to form there.

"Bye, Scott," I said to myself as I turned around. The biggest of the fire was there behind me. I stood in front of it, swallowing hard.

The ceiling started to make more noise, and my head was hurting really bad.

Springtrap, don't! You don't know what you're doing!

"I do know," I said to the Murderer. "I'm gonna stop you."

I jumped into the fire as the ceiling fell down.

Author's Notes- My feels. On an ironic note, I totally burned myself on the wrist when I was in the process of writing this, due to an accident involving the oven and some chicken. My skin didn't look like Scott's, though. But it hurt like crap in the shower.

Sorry for the delay in updating. The climax was long and took several days of just note taking. I also hit minor writer's block.

We only have one more chapter, then our main story is finished! I will post some extra stuff, though... Love you guys, please vote and comment! Even though I assault your feels! ;)